A clawed paw shot out from under the bed and swiped at my leg. I jumped a foot in the air and three feet back. It couldn’t be. I dropped down on the floor. A pair of glowing gray eyes stared at me from under the bed. Gold light rolled over them, the telltale shapeshifter fire. I’d seen that gold glow just five days ago, when our idiot poodle tried to throw up by Curran’s chair. “Conlan?” A low growling noise answered me. Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap. He’d shifted. He’d turned into a baby lion. Oh my God. I stared at the eyes. Maybe I was imagining it. “Conlan?” “Rawwr rawwr rawwroo.” Nope. Not
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